because you are. this is your last stop in france. the end of your 2.5 month temporary french life. and while you didn’t think you’d be too sad to leave, now that it’s almost time to go, you are. you are sad.
it’s never easy leaving france and not knowing when and how you’ll be back.
is it how the light here always manages to slightly hurt your eyes ?
some occasional fishermen digging up worms can be found, but they’re okay in your book.
lately, this seems to be your style. first, a background will call your name. then you will push your friends in front of the background. then the camera is taken out. perhaps one day this mental list of vertical surfaces will come in handy one day.
one more reason why you love this region so much: just move a little bit and change the time by a few hours and suddenly you’re in front of something that is completely different. one would thing these calm gentle waves with clean sand are from the mediterranean, but no, it’s still la bretagne.
repeat: no such thing.
anticipation only makes sunsets sweeter.
so plop, you sit on the sand next to your friends.
the next day is spent first at concarneau.
your favorite phrase. with your favorite people.
the rest of the night is the usual formula: dining, drinking, talking.
the story is this: over one year ago at a new year’s party you tasted pan-fried foie gras for the very first time. you have never forgotten that taste, and the craving has never left. but seeing as how your last christmas was spent in mali and your next christmas will hopefully be back in west africa, you had to let your friends know that foie gras was on the lunch menu, regardless of the odd timing and their preferences since you needed to taste it one more time while still in france. after all, foie gras in texas? that won’t work.
thank goodness these friends are happy to eat anything and everything with you.
with is the key word – out of principal, you won’t ever eat foie gras alone.
the day continues at pont-aven.
time to leave.
1. get on the road that hugs the coast.
2. when a site is spotted, someone says, “let’s pull over!”
3. pull over.
brittany is a bit of the ocean, a bit of the countryside.
it is a common sight to see fields of green with grazing cows and horses and fields of wheat or corn right next to crashing waves and boats and seagulls over your head.
there are three moments that are important for sunset watchers. it can be as technical as you like but there are only three thing you search for.
the first moment is the light right before the sun drops. also known as golden light. or is it golden hour? you don’t care about the name.
what you do care about is the color of everything around you.
and if you happen to be at the ocean, the pink that is in the sky is reflected onto the water. so pink is all over.
what is going on, you wonder?
“mais qu’est-ce que vous faites?” you shout at them. but what are you guys doing?
they don’t respond. you wander closer for a better look.
then it is in the car, back to your friends’ home, and into bed. one more day in brittany.
you tick off the last thing on your “to eat” list: the galette saucisse.
last moments spent with your friend.
kisses on the cheek.
hugs around the body.
then on a train to paris.
only to then catch a a plane to texas.